55 Quotes by Melanie A. Smith

I would have preferred whiskey. There’s nothing like its bold flavor and strong burn to remind you that you’re alive. And then quickly dull that feeling.

I'm like a druggie. And he's my drug. Can it last? Or is it, like any addiction, doomed to consume me, body and soul?

My heart burns with anger, but the part of me that’s still his responds to him, still wants to believe there’s hope. It’s the thing I love and hate most about love: Hope dies last.

As I fall asleep in his arms, I wish I hadn’t resisted him all those weeks. Even though on some level I realize it’s because of exactly this; that I knew how much I could feel for this man. That our chemistry both inside the bedroom and out would be like nothing I’ve ever felt. It both excites me and terrifies me in equal measure. I close my eyes and hope for the best.

The mind is powerful … If you let it tell you you can’t do something, you won’t.

Believing him isn’t a choice. I have no doubt he means it. He’s spoken to me more plainly than he ever has to demonstrate his veracity. But truth and trust are two different things. And how can I possibly trust him when he kept something this big from me?

Bad things happen all the time to good people who've done nothing to deserve them. Only you can choose how you handle it. Whether to press through and overcome it or succumb to self-pity.

I’ve done some hard shit in my life. But letting her leave, with a sense that she may not come back blows it all out of the water.

Falling in love is part choice, part fate. But how do you decide when to stop loving someone?